EuroTour: Outtakes

We were in London. When my brother was there on his (oft-mentioned) Eurotour, he had taken a phenomenal picture of the Eye. But no matter where I dragged my husband in a half-mile radius of that thing, I couldn't figure out where Wes had taken that picture to get the perfect combination of the Eye, greenery, and sky. We had crossed the river to the other side, walked down a little ways, and were crossing back on a different bridge when I absolutely lost it.

"Why can't I just be normal?! Why can't I take three photos with my iPhone and call it a day? Why do I have to lug around this @#$%ing heavy camera and take 4,000 pictures and walk around in circles trying to get the best possible angle/view and never being satisfied with it, anyway?!!"

On a completely unrelated note, my husband is a saint.

And I still don't really have an answer for myself. Or maybe, after editing my photos from Santorini, I do. I love capturing moments. I can't not be obsessed with photography. No matter how frustrated I may get, I know I would never forgive myself if I didn't document everything, especially while I'm here in Europe seeing all these places I've read and dreamed and studied about but never seen before.

This is how I wound up with a grand total of 2,569 pictures. I was laziest in Dublin by far, with only 200 photographs, but Santorini took the cake with 728. And you've only seen a tiny fraction of these so far. I'm actually astonished my mother hasn't demanded more photos yet. So to preempt the wrath of Mama Payne (terrifying on any continent), I thought I'd share some with y'all. Some of these I just didn't have room for in my previous blogs. Others, well, they speak for themselves. Enjoy!

xoxo,
E & B

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